Saturday, June 21, 2008

Reign Delay...*A Must Read

I could smell the wet asphalt before started raining. It was just that type of day. Every weather report called for storms. Every white cloud in the sky was slowly fading to black.

That was a misrepresentation of what was really happening. In our minds it was a beautiful day. Everything about our lives was slowly fading to white. It was one of the few times that I felt like every one of us was doing exactly what we wanted to do. We were all living a glamorous life. This was our glory day.

Obviously that wasn’t entirely true. Some people grow up with dreams of being an astronaut but one day they wake up and realize they couldn’t fly a kite in a windstorm. There are the talkers and the doers. Talkers tend have a mouthful of want and a handful of give me. This was the day I decided to be a doer.

We knew there was a rainstorm coming so we did what you do when it rains. We closed our car windows and made sure our sump pumps were working. The three of us operated in perfect time with one another. We lived our lives in key and in 4/4 time. When I got to my car I decided not to roll up the windows. I also decided not to go back inside. I started driving aimlessly, which was admittedly not what you normally do in the event of an oncoming storm. But I thought “fuck it, if I’m going to be a doer I’m not going to sit around on wasted talent.”

After driving for what felt like hours, I started to understand what people mean when they say that our roadsides have lost color. We live in a black and white pastel painting. Random color splashes the grey haze. After passing one of those few color splashes, another thought crossed my mind. I’m pretty sure I’m one of the few people who has ever thanked God for perverts, Pablo Escobar, and fallen heroes.

I kept driving until I didn’t care about the storm anymore. Then I realized it wasn’t storming.

It never started raining. But we kept living like it was going to. We kept preparing for it and it never came. It never does.

The cycle goes on and on and on and on.

And it never stops reigning.

~ THE William Wallace

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